Chapter 685: Fenglintian (Tai Temple)

When he got on the horse, he drove away the horse hurriedly out of the city, and behind them came the screams of soldiers who followed, and the huge siege cone was still slamming the crumbling fan. Gate, but all this he has forgotten. He finally knew what Jing Wang wanted.
The night wind whispered through his ears, and Xiao Feng closed her thin lips tightly, her face condensing like frost and snow. He couldn't even count the Jing King for the treasure of the Great Ying Guo, which had been passed down for hundreds of years! This secret has always been passed down from word to word from generation to generation, and never seen in any historical and cultural writings. Where did this quiet king get the news? !! Even let him accidentally find some of the seals in the Sifang Seal? !! ...
There was a mess in his mind, but an idea became clearer and clearer, and he could not let Wushuang fall into this danger! Do not let her be forced by King Jing to find this treasure that he has never even seen with his own eyes! In the hundreds of years of the Daying dynasty, the treasure was strengthened by the secrets of the emperors of various generations, and the organs were heavy and dangerous. The King of Jing did not know the depth, but wanted to hunt for treasure in a hurry.
Thinking of it, he gave a fierce whip again, and the steed underneath swept forward like a wind. Thousands of soldiers followed behind, and at this moment, the sturdy palace door suddenly
banged
and fell to the ground, and the soldiers outside the city cheered and attacked ...
The red light shone all over the sky, and the shouting and killing sound shocked the sky, and the whole of Kyoto was shaking.
...
The carriage rolled, and Nie Wushuang grasped the side of the carriage tightly. When the loud boom came, she and the quiet king in the carriage were holding their breath.
After a while, Nie Wushuang laughed, she smiled very happily, and a pair of sharp beautiful eyes were proudly: "You, defeat!"
Jing Wang Junmei's face turned white, and of course he knew what that voice meant, but now he had left everything behind.
He sneered and looked at Nie Wushuang: "Failed? It's not the last moment, and no one knows who is the winner."
Nie Wushuang saw the desperation in his eyes, smiled coldly in his heart, and stopped speaking. No matter how much, Jing Wang, who has lost his mind, can't hear a word.
Feng Ye, Feng Ye, are you coming? ... She looked at the burning fire that day through the curtain of the wind-dangling car curtain, and meditated his name in her heart.
"Here!" Jing Wang said suddenly, and the carriage stopped in time. King Jing jumped out of the carriage and pulled Nie Wushuang down. After Nie Wushuang got off the carriage and saw the familiar towering gold dome, he couldn't help but hesitated: "Tai Temple!"
"Of course it is the Taimiao! Otherwise, where do you think this palace is the gateway to the treasure?" Jing Jing took her arm and smiled wickedly in her ear.
Nie Wushuang took a breath and looked at the madness in his eyes: "You ... you have to find treasure from Taimiao!"
Taimiao, this is the most honorable and sacred place of the Great Ying Kingdom, which is where the royal tablets of the ancient emperors of the Great Ying Dynasty were enshrined.
King Jing saw Nie Wushuang's surprise, but only disappeared. Pulling her hurriedly towards the Taimiao, the two heavy doors of the Taimiao were pushed open by the rebels. Inside, there was an old, stale smell of black holes. Nie Wushuang opened his eyes wide and looked at the open temple door, but felt that it was like an entrance to hell, so cold and terrible.
King Jing watched the door open, and could no longer care about the other soldiers who screamed and drank together. He yelled: "Find the secret way, we can find the treasure! You can take the treasure out of this palace, and be happy!"
The rebels made a loud noise, all eyes were red with madness and greed. Nie Wushuang stood aside and watched them rushing into the Taimiao and rummaging around, and a chill rose from their hearts.
Man is more terrible than a beast if he loses his mind.
When King Jing looked back, he saw Nie Wushuang's face turn pale, and couldn't help but walk to her with a smile, and said, "What? The queen lady is not feeling well?"
Nie Wushuang saw the sarcasm in his eyes, and suddenly smiled coldly, turning his head to look at the front without blinking, and said coldly: "Yes, this palace is very uncomfortable, seeing a group of beasts that are desperate for their lives. Something worse. "
King Jing followed her gaze, and saw in the wide Taimiao Temple, the widows of the emperors of the previous emperors were silently watching everything in front of them. When his eyes touched the dead eyes in the portrait, a chill came from behind. When he just wanted to fight back, he disappeared.
Nie Wushuang turned back coldly, as if understanding his guilty conscience, sneered: "Looking at a group of beasts disturbing the cleansing of the ancestors and ancestors, did King Jing feel ashamed? After 100 years, how can you face the Great Yinguo? Of the ancestors? "
"Tell them to dig their own ancestor's grave, Jing Jing really is the best talent in the world!"
"Shut up!" Jing Wang finally thundered under the irony of Nie Wushuang. He pinched Nie Wushuang's jaw and sneered sensibly: "What do you know ?!"
His eyes were all gloomy, his eyes glanced at his rebels, and he lowered his voice and said in her ear: "They are only used by the king to die, and eventually they can't get any of them when they find the treasure! Do you understand? ! "
That's it! Nie Wushuang's heart scorned him even more.
She shook off Jing Jing's clamped hand and sneered: "Good plan! Admire admire!"
Jing Wang knew that she was very scornful of herself and didn't care about it. She went to her own care and called for the rebels to speed up her pace and search for the entrance to the secret passage. Nie Wushuang leaned slowly to the side of Longzhu, she was already hungry and tired. If it wasn't for the perseverance in her heart, she could not support it.
There was a shadow in the palace, and the sound of searching for something suddenly sounded. She leaned against the pillar and fell asleep slowly. In the haze, it was as if someone was calling softly in her ear, one low, anxious.
She waved her hand, trying to wave the voice away, but a slender hand grabbed her hand and whispered: "Woushuang, Wushuang ... it's me ..."
The voice was so familiar. Nie Wushuang soberly woke up from the mist. She looked at the hand holding her palm, and tears suddenly fell.
Behind a pillar, Xiao Fengqing is behind her!